Oft when in dreams I sit, reflecting,
By Galadnilien

Oft when in dreams I sit, reflecting,
The color of the leaves on the slender branch,
drifting in the breeze, crisp and full as summer in fall.
The bright light in shafts reflecting bright on our hands,
the ever so slight translucence, and warmth.
Whispering trees, speak soft and long in unknown words,
mingling with the sound of swift flowing water,
clear and sparkling as it falls on the rocks
and flows to the distant sea.
And you return to me.

Far off I hear the distant cries of gulls
and the smell, poignant of the salt breeze, fills my mind.
The green fields and meads and mighty forests, behind, dim,
My heart will never rest in those summer lands,
Ever will I gaze to the sea, to the West,
and when I do I remember walking in the autumn valley.
When you remained with me.

For now my life returns,
and with it the swift passage of years.
Yet an eternity I spend when dreaming of the distant shores,
My time grows short, but the stars upon my eyes stay strong,
for I have lived in the ageless time beneath the golden leaves,
And when I gaze no more, still you gaze into the East,
because you ever love me.